Lirik Let's Ride - Canibus
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Verse 1: Canibus
Yo yo
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin
With irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantamimin
If you John Blaze or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation I'm Jermaine Propaine
No pain, no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change
Or get washed away like tears in the rain
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
When you in the streets and you drivin in your v
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school old school
Everybody gots to pack a mack
Verse 2: Canibus
Yo
If you wanna know how I kick a flow
When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know
It's difficult cause I'm a part spiritual part para-physical miracle
And I'ma blackout in a minute two
Spittin like Bone thugs like nigga what
I'm finna to get a gun and stick em up
Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug
The black cyrano, the birch of rack to rack
With the ghetto anglo-sax poetic syntax
In fact nigga don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me wylin like Beanie on the speakers
"Sim simma" who got the fire for my reefer?
You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
Old school old school
You locked up and she nee
Yo yo
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The buga fajita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique
Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin
With irrefutably remarkable timin
I'm like Charlie Chaplin pantamimin
If you John Blaze or you James Flames
Or you Jack Cremation I'm Jermaine Propaine
No pain, no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC's learn to adapt to the change
Or get washed away like tears in the rain
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, just ride e'rybody just ride
When you in the streets and you drivin in your v
If you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers
Old school old school
Everybody gots to pack a mack
Verse 2: Canibus
Yo
If you wanna know how I kick a flow
When I rip a show with my lyrical I'm a let you know
It's difficult cause I'm a part spiritual part para-physical miracle
And I'ma blackout in a minute two
Spittin like Bone thugs like nigga what
I'm finna to get a gun and stick em up
Then crush a thugs bone with a chrome slug
The black cyrano, the birch of rack to rack
With the ghetto anglo-sax poetic syntax
In fact nigga don't even give me dap when I see you
Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me wylin like Beanie on the speakers
"Sim simma" who got the fire for my reefer?
You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
Old school old school
You locked up and she nee